I've been... chased by paparazzi, and they run lights, and they chase you and harass you the whole time. It happens all over the world, and it has certainly gotten worse. You don't know what it's like being chased by them.
We as children went up the mountain to find feed for livestock, like goats, cows and horses, and because in the winter time we would light the fire in the house, we would climb the mountain to collect firewood as well. Because of that, I suppose I be...
I try to travel as light as possible to avoid baggage issues. Los Angeles airport is notorious for baggage delays, so I'll often FedEx a suitcase ahead or back so I don't need to stand around; it also minimises problems at check-in.
Rocket scientists agree that we have about reached the limit of our ability to travel in space using chemical rockets. To achieve anything near the speed of light we will need a new energy source and a new propellant. Nuclear fission is not an option...
And suddenly, like light in darkness, the real truth broke in upon me; the simple fact of Man, which I had forgotten, which had lain deep buried and out of sight; the idea of community, of unity.
Annie: ...Go Ahead. Say it. Max: Say what? Annie: No, say it. You we're right, your way was faster. Max: Ah, I got lucky with the lights.
[Jim grabs wildly at Chinese soldiers after hearing about the atomic bomb] Jim: I saw it! I saw it! It was like a white light in the sky.
Edward R. Murrow: Funny thing, Freddie, every time you light a cigarette for me, I know you're lying.
John Coffey: Do you leave a light on after bedtime? Because I get a little scared in the dark sometimes. If it's a strange place.
Marv: [pulls on a light chain attached to an iron in the laundry chute. Notices the chain coiling and looks up to see the iron falling face first toward him] Uh-oh.
Dr. Brand: Do not go gentle into that good night; Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Eddie Morra: What if I don't like your idea? Carl Van Loon: Then we'll say, Godspeed. And your candle will have shed a brief, but lovely light.
Jack Skellington: No, Zero. Down, boy... My, what a brilliant nose you have. The better to light my way! You're the head of the team, Zero!
Homer, Roy Lee, O'Dell: [after lighting their first rocket] Ten, nine, eight... Roy Lee: Should we get behind something? [it blows up and they fly back]
Captain Miller: He better be worth it. He better go home and cure a disease, or invent a longer-lasting light bulb.
[Reese has just traveled back in time and appears in an alley] Derelict in Alley: Hey, buddy, did you just see a real bright light?
Christof: We need more light, we'll never find him this way. What time is it? Chloe: It's... way too early for that. Christof: Cue the sun.
[last lines] Ryan Bingham: The stars will wheel forth from their daytime hiding places; and one of those lights, slightly brighter than the rest, will be my wingtip passing over.
Ryan Bingham: All the things you probably hate about travelling -the recycled air, the artificial lighting, the digital juice dispensers, the cheap sushi- are warm reminders that I'm home
Scarecrow: Witch? Hmph, I'm not afraid of a witch. I'm not afraid of anything - except a lighted match. [points to the straw in his arm] Dorothy: I don't blame you for that.
Jon Osterman: I am looking at the stars. They are so far away, and their light takes so long to reach us. All we ever see of stars is their old photographs.
